He blinked at her in confusion.
Then he narrowed his eyes and crooked his finger.
She took a step back, biting down on her lip to keep from smiling.
“Come here.” He kicked off his shoes then unbuttoned his pants before tossing them into a heap near her dress. “Jane, don’t make me chase you again.”
“Again?”
“The ranch.” He took a step toward her. “It felt like every day I was chasing you, even when I was telling myself it was a bad idea… Hell, sometimes when I look at you, I wonder if I haven’t been chasing after you—the woman I was always meant to be with—my entire life.”
“You’ve really got the whole romance thing down.” She couldn’t help but smile. “The twins taught you well.”
“Final straw.” He charged her and tossed her over his shoulder, then tossed her onto his bed. She laughed as she landed with a soft thud, then let him pin her arms above her head with one hand and cup the back of her head with the other. “No more talk of grandparents, brothers, sisters, goats—”
“—cocks,” she finished.
“Oh, we can most definitely talk about that.” He rubbed his body against hers. “In fact, some might say it’s encouraged in the bedroom.”
“Is that so?”
He nodded, then slid off the last remaining piece of clothing she had on, if one could call such a tiny strip of fabric clothing—and flicked it to the side.
All that remained were her pearls.
And somehow, that felt right.
“I love you,” he moaned, covering his mouth with hers. “I know this should be more romantic, but damn it, Jane, I just want to be inside you.”
“I want that, too—” She’d barely finished talking before he was buried to the hilt inside her. Her body purred with pleasure.
“So good.” He pressed another hungry kiss to her neck. “You always feel so perfect to me.”
“I love you, Brock.” She gave him a breathless kiss as she grabbed onto a fistful of his hair and pulled him deeper and deeper until she thought she was going to explode.
“You’re mine, Jane.” He gripped the pearls, tugging her mouth toward his for another drugging kiss as he swallowed her scream.
“You’re mine, too,” she sobbed out as he sent her into what felt like a never-ending wave of pleasure.
And Brock Wellington—Boring Brock, the man who’d always said yes when all he really wanted to say was no—screamed out his yes.
And truly meant it.
Chapter Forty-Eight
You wanted to see me?” Brock said in a gruff voice. He’d been up all night with Jane, and the last thing he wanted was to be reporting to his Grandfather’s office at seven a.m. because his grandfather had said it couldn’t wait.
And that’s all his grandfather had said.
It can’t wait.
But when Brock asked if it was an emergency, Grandfather had hung up on him. Figures. His grandfather had actually seemed happy last night, happy to see Jane win. Was it possible he’d changed his mind overnight? It was Grandfather. Of course it was possible.
It seemed like every newspaper in the nation had covered the auction, calling it a true Cinderella story. Because of Nadine’s connections, inside information had been given to a few key magazines that made Jane look innocent in the whole thing.
And once the media learned Nadine’s fairy godmother donation to Jane had allowed true love to win, well, the media had gone wild. How could his grandfather not be pleased with all the attention?
He knocked twice on his grandfather’s office door, then finally just let himself in.
And as per usual, his grandfather was seated behind his massive desk, his hair perfectly combed, his suit starched within an inch of his life.
“Brock.” Grandfather grinned. “Sit down.”
Brock narrowed his eyes at his grandfather then slowly lowered himself into the facing leather chair and waited.
“I didn’t know what to do with you,” Grandfather began in a hoarse voice. “A part of you died with your parents. Don’t deny it.”
Brock couldn’t. Because it was true. A part of him did die and then Jane went and found it.
“I did a poor job with you three.” Grandfather shook his head. “You were so much older than the twins, more mature, that it felt natural you would follow in my footsteps. At the time I didn’t realize I was forcing anything on you that you didn’t want. By the time I did notice, it was too late. Your fear guided every decision you made—until Jane.”
Brock smiled. “Until Jane.”
Grandfather nodded his head thoughtfully, then stood and came around the desk to sit directly next to Brock.